FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Zoo Story: Polar Bear (Male, Feral)

Peter walked through a warm muggy interior hallway of the zoo with a tour guide. Peter had invested fifty dollars a month to help support one of the zoo animals, and in his case, he picked the polar bear exhibit.

The tour guide, a female with long blonde hair in her 20s, roughly the same age as Peter, led him right to the front of the polar bear exhibit. There were various other exhibits around them, all with a pool that zoo patrons could see directly inside, while surrounding the pool was hard white snow. "Here's the exhibit. It's a little empty right now, but our polar bear has just arrived."

Peter glanced into the exhibit through the looking glass. It looked like the interior of a massive freezer, complete with two slow large fans up top that blew air so cold that one could see the cold it was creating, and a few large blocks of rocks. "It looks pretty plain." He knew that, as a donor, he could go into the exhibit of the zoo animal that he supported, but with how plain the interior looked, he didn't have much interest in doing so. There were various other exhibits, many of them were empty, but the ones that weren't empty had animals that looked extremely intelligent.

"Well, understand we're not making the exhibits a five star hotel resort. Animals would rip the beds apart!" the tour guide said with a light laugh. In the center of all of the exhibits were two short narrow hallways, and two metal doors on the end of those hallways that said 'Employees only' "But surely you're curious about what it feels like to be in there." She unlocked the metal door, and led Peter into another plain looking concrete hallway, although dirtier than the hallway that zoo guests used.

"It looks like a giant freezer." Peter followed the tour guide into the back, not surprised by how the employee only hallways looked. "It probably just feels like one too, I don't really need to take a look inside of it."

"I insist you at least get a feel for everything." The tour guide led Peter past a few metal doors, each metal door had a simple sheet of paper taped onto it explaining what animal exhibit it was for. "After all, how will we ever have peace of mind if we don't know that our donor knows that the animals are well taken care of?" Upon reaching the door that said 'Polar Bear' written poorly in pencil, the tour guide unlocked the metal door, and opened it up for him to enter.

The air was already slightly chilly in the hallway, and Peter stepped in puddles more than once, wondering where those puddles even came from. When the tour guide opened up the door, Peter was greeted with a strong blast of cold air. He didn't think it was necessary to see the interior of the exhibit himself, he had already seen all that there was TO see. Knowing the tour guide wasn't going to let him out of this so easily however, he stepped inside the exhibit with his arms rubbing each other. "It feels really cold, I can tell you that much!"

The tour guide chuckled. "It's as cold as the arctic! She suddenly closed the metal door behind Peter, but opened up a metal slit. "Just let me know when you're ready to come out."

Peter jumped as the door closed behind him. "I'm ready to come out now!" He didn't hesitate. The room, while large, was extremely cold, and very plain. There was nothing that stood out to him as something he needed to be in there door. The floor felt slightly slippery, and his body shivered at how cold it felt. At least it didn't smell bad, but there was still nothing for him to do in there.

"Oh come on, at least give yourself a good minute in there! Get a feel for it. Imagine what the polar bear would feel like in there. What do you think a polar bear needs in there?" The tour guide asked.

Peter let out a large sigh. The tour guide wasn't going to relent. He reached at the side of his pocket and felt his cell phone. Worst case scenario, he could call the police if she tried to lock him in here. "I don't know. It looks so plain and boring, even for animals. I guess recreation? Like a rubber ball? A polar bear could probably break it I guess, but some form of entertainment would make me happier if I were trapped in here." He continued to shiver and rub his arms. It was absolutely freezing in the exhibit, so much so that his hair stood on ends. Had he looked down at his body, he would probably have seen more hair growing on his arms, legs, chest, everywhere.

"Maybe something like this?" The tour guide stepped away for a moment. She soon returned, opened up the door slightly, and tossed in a large red rubber ball before she closed the door. The sound of a lock echoed in the polar bear exhibit.

Peter heard the lock sound, just as the ball rolled to his feet. "You're not going to keep me locked up in here are you?" He asked aloud. "I heard something lock back there!" His hands continued to rub up against his arms. His clothes were beginning to feel tight, but at least he wasn't feeling as cold as he was earlier.

"I'm just testing out the lock mechanism. It's so strong that a polar bear couldn't break out of it!" the tour guide said in a reassuring manner. "Why would I ever lock a human in there? Could you imagine the negative publicity we would get if a human got injured, or worse, while visiting the zoo?"

Peter grabbed onto the ball. Despite how the ball looked like something out of a gym class, it was quite heavy. "I guess you have a point." He didn't even notice that the temperature of the polar bear's exhibit was becoming more tolerable. It first felt like he was standing in a walk in freezer, but now it felt more like a refrigerator. It was cold, but fairly tolerable to stand in for short periods while wearing the light clothing that he wore, even if his pants were digging into his waist. "Uhn...clothes are feeling a little weird."

"Then why are you still wearing them?" The tour guide asked. "Polar bears don't wear human clothes, silly."

Peter's skin grew dark, but the white fur hid the darkening skin incredibly well. His arms and legs grew and thickened, and his nose blackened. "They don't, that's right." he said quietly, but he then came to a realization. "Wait, I'm not a polar bear though!"

"Are you sure of that?" the tour guide asked through the slot through the door. "Take a look at your skin, your clothes, and your body. Are you really human?"

Peter thought it was a dumb question. Sure, all of his clothes felt tight, including the shoes wrapped around his feet, but he was confident he was a human. He looked down at his growing body, and gasped, just as his shirt began to split open to reveal long strands of white fur on his stomach. He wasn't just feeling warm underneath his clothes, he was beginning to feel unusually hot, and he was still in the polar bear exhibit. "H-hey this isn't funny! Let me out of here!"

"I can't let animals out of their exhibits. Once you're finished in there though, I'll send someone to get rid of those torn clothes, and get you fed too, but until then, ta!" The tour guide closed the viewing slot, and casually walked away.

"W-wait!" Peter cried out, but it was too late. His shirt ripped from his body to reveal a strong polar bear torso. His pants were getting too tight for him to bear. He reached down to tug them off, but his fingers weren't cooperating with him. A quick glance as to why, and he realized his fingers were shortening into nothing but stubs covered in thick white fur. Each digit had a small black pad on the bottom, as did his palms. His feet were changing in a similar manner, but the only thing he could feel from his feet was the pain from his now far too tight shoes.

Peter grunted. He sat on the icy ground with a thud, and struggled to get his pants and shoes off. His tugged down his waist with resistance, revealing a crotch covered with bear fur, and a strong bear rear. His shoes began to rip as large white claws tore out from his now paws, making it just that much easier to get rid of his shoes and socks. He was now naked right in the exhibit. Yet, something about it felt right. He didn't feel hot, he didn't feel cold. He didn't wear clothes. Polar bears didn't wear clothes after all. He looked down at the shredded clothing, needing a moment to remember that he wore those clothes not a minute ago.

As Peter's face pushed into a feral muzzle, and his teeth sharpened, as well as his ears moved to the top of his head, he continued to stare down at those clothes. "I...waaarrrraargh!" he tried to speak, but his own voice shifted. He rolled onto his furry white back, and stretched his pawed hands and feet, popping them many times in the process. As he rolled up from his back, he looked at the ruined clothes again, and blinked rapidly. The clothes belonged to a human, some human was in his exhibit. He let out a frustrated roar, hating the clothes. He was a large white polar bear, he had no need for such things! With a frustrated snort, he turned away, and went about his own business. He needed a cold bath. Maybe that would get his mind off of those human clothes. With the large red ball, he kicked it with his forelegs to the large body of water, and dove in as nothing more than another exhibit for the zoo.

---

Santa's New Elf (Female. Partial Change. Mental Change, Willing)

Christmas Eve was often either a time of joy, or a time of panic. For Sarah, it was just a time of quietness. She sat on a leather recliner, just sitting and watching one of the countless Christmas shows on television, right above an unlit fireplace. In her 40s, she had long since lost her belief in Santa, and living alone, she had nobody to share Christmas with. It wasn't that she hated people. In fact, she had volunteered her time to help wrap presents for the poor. She was just rather bad at social skills.

Suddenly, there was a large thud from her fireplace as a fat man fell down with a huge thud. Pitch black boots could be seen as he wore a red and white attire. He looked just like Santa, and just like Santa did, he fell down the chimney. As he crawled out of that fireplace, oddly clean of soot, it was nothing short of amazing with how such a large person could even fit down the chimney in the first place. "Yo, ho, ho, and a bottle of rum!"

Sarah stared at the creature underneath a light brown blanket, and a mug of cocoa in hand. "I think you mean 'ho, ho, ho' right?" she asked the man, clearly confused. Her heart pounded heavily at the sight of the man. The first thought was an intruder, but his weight, and the large burlap sack that he brought with him, told her that there was no way he could have feasibly gone down the chimney except with magic.

"People always get that mixed up." The large man shook his head. "No, I used to be pirate. I AM pretty old after all." He said with a jolly laughter that shook his belly. "But we're not here to talk about my catch phrase. You've been a very good girl this year Sarah, and I do mean a VERY good girl."

Sarah blinked rapidly. He's either real, or I'm being delusional and this is about to turn into an adult rated scene really quick...or both. She thought to herself. "W-what is it that you want? Out of all of these years, I've never actually SEEN you before." She tried to think of what she did differently this year compared to last.

"Well it's been more of an accumulation of many good years." Santa shrugged casually. "Anyways, I'm here to make you an offer. I'd like you to come work with me at my workshop. You get roughly 300 days of paid vacation, spending the other days building toys, or buying them under my credit card for the children as needed, eternal life, enough pay to fill up your provided housing with whatever you so please, and of course you get to learn the ins and outs of how my workshop really works."

"That's what I get for being good for many years?" Sarah didn't mean to sound offended, but the offer was completely out of the ordinary. She had seen many commercials where Santa gave cars to people; he couldn't offer something like that?

"Think about it." Santa walked around Sarah's recliner. "The holidays are hectic. They're a reminder that people often don't care for others, they go shopping because they feel obligated to most of the time. People lie, cheat, and steal. The amount of people on my naughty list is absolutely tremendous, I can often count the people on my nice list with one hand! I offer the chance to get away from all of the naughtiness, to go to a place where you can see what true niceness all of the time looks like."

Sarah didn't want to admit that Santa had a point. There was a lot of good in the world, but there was also a lot of bad, how much of each she was unsure, but enough to seriously consider the offer. "Maybe...can I take a look and see what it's like?"

"Of course." Santa said with a nod. "Come with me, and let's be off." He offered a white gloved hand.

Sarah took his hand, and the two went off onto Santa's sleigh, and then rode off to the North Pole. While the chilly ride felt like it lasted for an hour, according to the time on Santa's dashboard on his sleigh, it truly only took five minutes.

Sarah was amazed at the flight, and frightened at the same time. Sure, Santa's sleigh had a seatbelt, but the ride was chilly. She hadn't properly dressed. It wasn't unbearably cold, but it was cold enough to make her body shiver, even more so as they crossed the ocean, and reached the icy, snowy ground that was the North Pole. The sights went from dull, to colorful though, as soon various Christmas lights positioned on giant candy canes and gingerbread houses lit up the ground beneath them. Deep down, she wondered how such a place had gone unfound for so long. Sarah figured it was Santa's magic, something she didn't believe in at first, but after seeing that fat jolly man and the way he did things with her own eyes, she had little choice but to believe it.

Santa's sleigh landed on the icy ground that was the North Pole. "Now, there IS a catch before you're able to live here." He began. "Only elves are able to live here, and, well, you are certainly no elf. If you would allow me, I can transform you to...fit in."

Sarah knew the story about Santa's elves. She hadn't quite agreed to live there yet. She wasn't one to argue with Santa, but she did have to ask one thing. "If I don't like it, you can turn me back, right?" Sarah's body continued to shiver. The North Pole was freezing, yet she had a feeling she wasn't as cold as she could be.

"Of course." Santa reassured Sarah. He put his hand on top of her head, and began to gently push downward. As his white gloved hand pushed, magic flowed through his hand, and into Sarah's body. Sarah slowly began to shrink down in height. Her very clothing though, didn't quite shrink with her.

Sarah gasped as her body began to shrink, just like that. It gave her a sense of vertigo, but at the same time, she was feeling oddly warmer, despite her clothing getting so big that her pants dropped in front of the fat jolly man. She blushed, and wrapped her hands around her crotch only moments after her panties fell down too. She was getting as short as a child, although her face and skin looked just as old as she always was. "I erm...er...uh..." it felt incredibly awkward.

Santa just chuckled. "Sarah, you forget how much I see. Nudity is not a large deal to me. The things I've seen people do, well..." he paused briefly. "This isn't about that. This is about you fitting in as an elf." Sarah shrank down one foot, two feet, almost three feet, leaving her as tall as a ten year old would be, but still having the physical appearance of an adult with her skin, chest, and her head. Her shirt stayed on her, but it was so tall that it almost did the job of covering her crotch for her. "Now, we have to do some other changes."

"R-right..." Sarah was feeling a bit nervous. Sure, maybe Santa saw everything, but it was still humiliating to be naked right in front of the old man. "What do you uh...what do you have to do next?"

"Well, elves look a bit different depending on what story you go by. Some look like kids, but I prefer them to look more...well...like short adults if you will." Santa took hold of Sarah's ears, and tugged them upwards. He molded her ears as if they were nothing more than clay. He molded the ears into long pointed ears. "You might also start to feel a little different mentally, a sort of side effect of being an elf up here."

Sarah winced and whined at the tugging. The pain was minor, but it felt incredibly weird. Being made as short as a ten year old child was strange certainly, but so was getting those ears pulled up. She closed her eyes as those ears were tugged upwards. When she reopened her eyes, she noticed the various blinking lights on the houses stuck out more prominently than they did last time. It was so festive and jolly, it actually made her smile. "Heh...y-yeah. Like, I'm happy." It felt almost as if she had taken a drug in her system, and the primary side effect was pure happiness. She still had her wits about her, but it was hard to not be happy.

"It's...well, I wasn't one to study the anatomy of an elf. They have an extra chemical that helps produce happiness, and it is quite a nice feeling to have. Do you know what makes an elf even happier?"

Sarah looked up at Santa with wide eyes. She had two things on her mind, and she ended up blurting the first one out. "Sex?"

"Oh, ho, ho, no. Well, I mean, yes, but I'm referring to something much more in the 'G' rating. I mean making toys to give to good little boys and girls all across the world, spreading their joy to everyone nice!"

Sarah looked down at her body. She swore she must have weighed a good 90 pounds by now. While her body resembled that of an adult, it was a small adult, still with a small rear, still with her breast, but proportionately shrunk. Her head hadn't shrank as much, though the rest of her certainly did. She was filled with ideas of making others happy. Sure, sex made another happy, which oddly the thought of pleasuring her partner made her happier than pleasuring herself, but it was doing things for more people which made her feel even better. "I-I see what you mean."

Santa nodded with a jolly expression. "We'll have to suit you up and train you for next year. If you don't like it, I can always return you home. For now though, let's find you some new clothes.

With the help of Santa's magic, and a bit of magic inside of her new shrunken elf body, Sarah found the North Pole very comfortable temperature wise. As time went on, she remembered her old life, but she grew to like the life of an elf better. It was practically Christmas 365 days of the year, and while she had to work for a few months to help make toys, it was a labor of love, one that made her happy because she was making everyone in the world happy. She decided against returning back to being human, and remained with Santa as one of his happy elf workers for as long as she lived, which thanks to magic, was quite a very long time.

---

Myu's Christmas Story (Parody of "Scrooge", Soul Vore, quick soul transfer.)

A herm anthro horse wore a red robe with fur white lining. She walked down a lonely path on a quiet Christmas Eve and tossed a burlap sack up and down. It was approaching nighttime, and the lanterns along the street were already lit with a tiny fire in each of them.

The horse walked into a small wooden home, and tossed the jingling bag of coins aside. She walked into the living room, her hooves clip clopped every step of the way on the hard wooden floors. As she made it into the living room, she found the fireplace was lit. It was bizarre, considering she had been out all day, but she wasn't alone in the house.

A spirit, an old man with rattling chains on his wrists and ankles sat in a large red chair in front of that lit fireplace. The moment Myu came into the door, the man shot his head around, spinning it 180 degrees over his body, and then turning the rest of his body to face Myu. "Myu," he spoke in a deep echoing voice. "You have been very naughty. You have transformed innocent people into horrific things. I don't even want to start with what you did with little Timmy! Tonight, you will be visited by three spirits. These spirits will show you the right path to go down, for if you do not change your wicked ways, you will-"

"Thirty eight." Myu simply responded as she cut the ghost off.

"I- I'm worry, what? Thirty eight? Is that supposed to be the answer to the meaning of life or something?" the spirit's demeanor suddenly changed from deep and scary, to fairly casual.

"That's how many times I've been warned about my wicked ways from a spirit." Myu tossed the bag of coins aside, and placed her hands on her hips. "Let me guess, I'm getting a visit from the ghost of Christmas past, present, and future, right?"

The spirit grimaced at the equine. "You're really sucking the fun out of this. You're supposed to be afraid of ghosts. Do you not know what happens when the wicked die?"

"They normally go to hell. But you see, thing is, when you're advanced in magic, you learn all kinds of things." Myu casually walked up to the spirit, and grabbed onto his forehead. Despite the spirit normally being ethereal, Myu held onto him as if he were solid and firm. "Like how to live forever, and stuff about souls." She pulled the head of the spirit right to her crotch, and the spirit was suddenly sucked inwards before he could do anything to stop it. He was pulled directly between her legs like water going down the drain, spiraling until he was gone. "Funny thing about balls, they're a perfect place for storing stolen souls. Best case scenario, I fuck a woman and you're reborn if you're quick. Worse case, you end up in a used condom, or up against a wall." Myu patted her bulging crotch. "Not that I care either way."

With the ghost gone, Myu took a seat on the chair the ghost was once on, grabbed herself a book, and began to read with only the sounds of a crackling fireplace, and the tick tock of the clock. She liked to spend holidays alone, but she knew that wasn't going to happen tonight.

Sure enough, just as the clock struck midnight, the room began to violently shake. There was a deep sound of thunder, and just as soon as it had started, it stopped. There was an extra sound though in Myu's bedroom. The sound of laughter, and the view of lights through the closed door, as if a party were taking place in the very next room.

"Fucking hell..." Myu muttered as she heard the noise. She could hear lively music, as if the orchestra were in the very next room. She stood up, walked over to the wooden door, and opened it up to see a large spirit, 20 feet tall, big and chubby, sitting on an oversized chair stuffing his face with bright food that littered the room. There were no other people, yet the sounds of the party continued in the room. It looked as if it could have had a party in it, but the massive male spirit was the only one there.

The spirit let out a loud laugh moments after he devoured what appeared to be a fried chicken wing. He ate it whole, bone and all. He looked down to Myu with a cheerful grin. "Hello there Myu, I am the ghost of Christmas past. I am here to present to you all of your past Christmas's, and just how different of a person you truly were!"

"...yeah sure whatever." Myu waved her dainty equine hand dismissively. Her feathering gently swayed gently with her wave.

"Then let us be off, to your childhood house and-"

"Don't have one." Myu replied firmly, cutting the spirit off.

"You...wait, what?" The spirit's cheerful tone suddenly went away. He looked down at Myu oddly. "No childhood house? Everyone had a childhood!"

"You really don't realize how I came to be, did you? Here, let me use MY magic." Myu snapped her fingers, and while everything looked largely unchanged, there was a second Myu sitting in the chair in the living room in front of a lit fireplace, reading a book. A calendar hung on the wall indicating that it was only one year ago. "There's my last Christmas." Myu snapped her fingers, taking them back year after year. The only thing that seemed to truly be a significant change was the calendar on the wall, each going back a year. The Myu on the chair barely shifted positions, and she read a different book each time. "There's about 30 Christmas's worth of my past." Myu snapped her fingers one last time, and brought them to their current present, the time of Old England.

The spirit looked down at Myu with wide eyes, then back at the Myu that she kept showing. The room looked almost identical each year with only so subtle differences that he could barely tell the year changed. "Just what ARE you? You have no childhood, and clearly quite a bit of magic. You're telling me you spend every Christmas by yourself since you were bo- since you existed?"

Myu shrugged. "I mean, I moved in here some time ago, but yeah. I spent them all pretty much like that. It's how I want to spend them, peace and quiet for one fucking day. It's often sometimes too much to ask for. Like tonight, it's technically Christmas, and you're bugging me." Myu pulled out a jar from behind her back. The jar contained what looked like a roach, though unmoving. "This roach died pretty recently. Not sure how, but eh, details. Let's breathe some new life into it, shall we?" With a flick of her wrist, the spirit was suddenly pulled towards the roach. The process went much like with the first spirit and Myu's crotch, but instead this time with the huge spirit, and the tiny lifeless roach.

The spirit gasped as he was suddenly pulled in. His gut pulled into the roach, then it was a slow pull from there. "He's way too small!" the large spirit said, suddenly in a state of panic rather than happiness. "Y-you'll pay for Thhhiissss!" he shouted as his body was pulled into the roach. For a brief period, there was a moment of silence. Then, the roach's antennae moved, followed by its many legs, then the rest of its body. The roach was alive once more, this time with the soul of the spirit controlling it, now stuck inside a glass jar, unable to do anything but make gentle clink noises.

"I'm not a fan of keeping pets around." Myu walked to her front door, opened it up, and chucked the glass jar far off into the distance. She turned and closed her door moments after she heard the glass jar shatter. "Fuck do I care what happens to insects anyways?" she said aloud with a smirk.

The magic that the spirit had in one of Myu's rooms vanished, returning it to a normal, quiet, library room filled with vast amounts of books, stretching far and wide, larger on the inside than it was on the outside.

"Finally." Myu muttered. She was well aware she was going to encounter two more spirits though. "Guess I'm not getting any sleep tonight." She waved her hand dismissively, and just picked out another book to read.

Just as Myu had predicted, at two in the morning, just as her clock chimed, not one, but two spirits rushed through the door, as if they were a cold breeze through an open window. The two breezes landed in front of Myu before two miniature tornadoes formed. As the wind spun, two bodies formed. One looked as if they were in a pitch black cloak, disguised as the infamous grim reaper, while the other looked like a man in his early 20s, cleanly shaven with a thick full head of hair and a red Santa-like suit on.

"This is new. I thought spirits came one at a time." Myu said nonchalantly at the sudden appearance of two more ghosts in her house. "I'm guessing you're present." She pointed at the young man. "And you're future." She pointed at the grim reaper-like figure.

The cloaked figure nodded, while the young man added. "I've seen what you've been doing in the present. You've been tormenting the very spirits sent here to teach you a lesson about Christmas! Have you thought that maybe we came here to help you live a better life? Now one spirit is living inside your...ugh...PARTS, while the other is a frozen roach-icle."

Myu let out a loud "Ha!" with a smile on her face. "I knew he couldn't get inside before the cold got to him." With a stretch of her dainty arms and legs, she got up from her seat. "I just have to take care of two more pests now..."

From Myu's abode, there was the sound of two men screaming, and then silence. After the short scream, there was only Myu visible in her home once more, the spirits gone, vanished to only Myu knew where.

"Finally." Myu muttered to herself, once she had...properly dealt with the spirits. She took a seat on her chair, and opened up her book once more. Before she began to read though, she glanced to the viewer, the very one reading this story, and smirked. "Sometimes, it's best not to reveal what I do to my victims." She winked, and then went back to her book.